| There marches through the centuries
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| The martyrs of the cross
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| All those who choose to follow Christ
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| To suffer any loss
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| And though their journey led them
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| Through the shadow lands of death
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| The song of their commitment
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| They rehearsed with every breath
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| I will serve the Lord
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| I will serve the Lord, my God
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| And if God should choose, and my life I lose
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| Though my foe may slay me, I will serve the Lord
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| Uncertain days now echo back
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| That strong and urgent strain
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| To count the cost, take up the cross
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| And join in the refrain
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| For should our journey lead us
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| Through the shadow lands of death
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| May this be our hearts resolve
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| As long as we have breath
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| The honor and the privilege ours
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| With wounds we suffer by His side
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| And to the glory of the Lord
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| Those sacred scars
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| We bear with pride
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| Though my foe may slay me
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| I will serve the Lord |